secrecy. |
i have never been known as a juggernaut,but am running full speed and don’t plan to stop.these "before and after" photos are of no use to me,because i don’t remember starting and i am neve... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:27:00 PST |
culpable. |
uncomfortably out of my element,i don't stand a chance against the vicious.the wishing well's filled to the brim,it's the tipping point of well wishes.from a crime of passion to premeditated in a blur... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 11:53:00 PST |
misfortune. |
asleep, once again,'cause it's the only distraction i've got left.with anything else with my eyes open, i'm reminded.i've never been one to believe in the occult,but this haunting is convincing.it's o... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 08:33:00 PST |
gravemaker. |
in any given circumstance,i'm certain that certain people would,if given the chance to, self-destruct.i, for one, passed on the offerand have made it here,and that's without any such luck.for the peop... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:47:00 PST |
cocaine. |
I've never understood long-term coke abuse and its negations are funny to think about. You spend more time gazing into a mirror than anyone not getting their hair cut more than a few times a day, but... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 01:35:00 PST |
happenstance. |
i would have loved to have heard your thoughts on this,but i've already wrung your neck.so i've run up 4 flights of stairs for nothing. ... all i'm left with is a shortness of breath... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 10:51:00 PST |
masquerade. |
all the world's a stagemind the stolen wages of war.forget the casually forgotten,i've waited for it before.they sing the hymns, it's oh so beautiful.they bid disarm as a congregation,ignoring the exp... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 04:06:00 PST |
nonsensical. |
we have maintained composure, but are hardly heroic.afraid to look behind at our shadows lest they move differently.her nails broken from burying the dead, but she remains impressive.watched the white... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:30:00 PST |
presupposition. |
already deemed a conspiracy,without a dozen words having passed between them.dying of abandon,a mark swollen like an unrelenting cancer,the heart's a vessel of endeavor.where do we go?someone has to k... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:48:00 PST |
repentance. |
feed the fire, kill the girl.she's dancing with the Capulets,don't let her go.who picked her up in an ambulance,who let him drown in romance,who tied the rocks so they'd go deep,on the night your Cupi... Posted by H N I C [3.26] on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:29:00 PST |